Luyện nghe bài hát Buckledownknucklehead

I'm wearing out shoes, making dead tunes, in my bedroom,
with a dead shirt, said i quit work, yes i said soon,
Its why I'm writing lyrics on the tube, while the dude, reading the news, glances at my phone too,

With so heavy everybody should anticipate,
besides i write them when i want, i even the paper wait,
i know this aint like the others, but its just the risk i take,
i see what saying brother, but i can't relate,

so don't try get me with dead jokes, it won't work,
the only time you ever made a crease is on your shirt,
and nobody you,
I just parred your life,
in a hiku,
and i even try too

so why would i act my careers a beast,
when the only plaque i earned this is on my teeth,
im not blown up and I'm famous,
but the sets sewn up in the craziest

so buckledownknucklehead, you've just begun,
barely past the starting stop thinking that you've won,
got a long way to go, not much time to it,
stop starring at your cos you're about to blow it,

so while spunk their student loan,
I've been sat back alone,
and now I've grown, into something i never really could have was possible,
this dossers lost on all thats topical and new nights are the only sights stuck up in my optical,

i know you're not me, but seriously,
my name is not ed sheeran see, I'm a man going about his own dream,
and it be more likely,
if i stop singing his songs and he stops singing like me,

so call me a cat wanker,
cos i master bait
repeating 8 times,
I'm a great time,
if people rate mine,
they can hate fine,
but what hear on the grape vine, is I'm,

mesmorising, be warned,
redifining, warm,
and all the shit that out of my mouth is like a stormy yawn,
and got verbal diarrhoea, can't you hear,
so if i blow up today,
no way I'm waiting out till year

so buckledownknucklehead, only just begun,
past the starting line stop thinking that you've won,
got a way to go, not much time to show it,
stop starring at phone cos you're about to blow it,

you can see, as much as me, that lyrically, its a little bit of a time for me, and the words won't flow like they did recently,
but see I'm at it again, when I've been focusing my mind and then i up a pen,

see i was told to a hit, I've got to write a load of shit,
witten a load of shit, but no hit,
and now its too late,
cos I'm already stuck up in it, see i would go back to uni but my mates are nearly finished, and i love pub grub so much that when i go out a shirt,
i my gut in to look thinner init,

in other I'm getting older,
and yet it like something they'd have told ya,
but I'm,
headed but my head is with the stars so I'm guess I'm saying I'm on the same level as they are,
cos i to quit,
my mind don't,
that makes me an cos my will won't let me

so buckledownknucklehead, only just begun,
barely past the line stop thinking that you've won,
got a way to go, not much time to show it,
stop starring at your phone cos you're about to it,